He gave a cold laugh, sharp eyes gleaming beneath the Bandit Mask. "Brats, you're still a little green if you think you can compete with your Five Elements Dao Ancestor."
Having said this inwardly, Chen Xun swept through the mountains and rivers of the Ancient Sacred Clan's territory.
The territory here was boundless, with mineral veins and rare precious medicines that had grown for ten thousand years in abundance. He did not stand on ceremony in the slightest—he stuffed as much as he could into his Storage Ring.
Every place he left behind was reduced to bare earth. He even stripped away the spiritual soil. The upheavals of heaven and earth did not affect him in the least. After all, who told him to become an immortal?!
The gains Chen Xun had made on this trip were enough to make Tai Yu and the others work in vain for several thousand years. They would likely be left with nothing but stunned prostration and a sigh that their methods were still far too immature.
After all, your ancestor was still your ancestor.
As countless Ancient Sacred Clan members scattered and fled throughout the territory, they were stunned as they watched their ancient buildings being dismantled back into their original state, turned into rare immortal materials...
"Ah?!"
"Ancestor, could it be the power of those celestial artifacts from beyond the heavens?!!"
"Don't look! Go!!"
Their faces were filled with grief and indignation, and the endless hatred in their hearts turned into motivation. At the very least, they had to evade the Star Wheel Fragments falling from beyond the heavens. Their dao grounds and ancestral lands could no longer be kept.
Naturally, the Ten Thousand Clans took the blame for this great black pot. Yet they truly had intended to do so,